Clark Kent aka Superman can live indefinitely without aging as long as there is a yellow sun. In the 23rd century, he interviews Earth’s new hero – James T. Kirk. His world will never be the same. Clark/Jim slash.

Title:
The Captain and the ReporterDisclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or
Superman, and I do not make any money from these fictions.Rating:
MSummary: Clark Kent (aka Superman) can live indefinitely without
aging as long as there is a yellow sun. In the 23rd
century, he interviews Earth's new hero – James T. Kirk. His
world will never be the same. Clark/Jim slash.

Jim let his eyes wander up
and down that tall body. Most people would think the man was lanky,
but Jim could tell that it was just the carefully-designed cut of the
suit. There were some serious muscles under there - muscles that the
man didn't want anyone to see.

"So
what do you want to know?" Jim asked, sprawling on the sofa in
his San Francisco apartment.

If he had to give interviews, he
might as well have fun while doing it, right?

And it was
certainly fun watching Clark's intense blue eyes rake quickly up and
down his prone form before averting with a blush.

The shy
types were always so much fun to seduce - and almost always more than
worth it in the end.

Clark cleared his throat, taking out an
old-fashioned notepad and a pen. Jim admired the reporter's large,
well-formed hands as he fumbled with the paper.

"I just
have a couple questions, Mr. Kirk," Clark said shyly, pushing
his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as they slid
down.

"Please, call me Jim," he replied with his
best seductive smile and sultry bedroom eyes.

Clark blushed
deeper. Jim thought he saw a flash of red in those blue eyes before
the man slammed his lids shut.

"We already have the
details of your heroic rescue," Clark said, turning their
attention back to the interview. "But the readers want to know
more about you personally. Do you have a significant other, Mr.
Kirk?"

"I'm looking right now, Clark," Jim
replied with a grin. "And if you insist on addressing me by
title – it is captain now. I find that's much sexier than 'mister'
- wouldn't you agree, Clark?"

The two men locked
eyes through Clark's thick glasses, and Jim smoothly rose from his
prone position on the sofa to straddle Clark's lap.

The man
didn't push him off.

"Mr.
Kirk - Jim," Clark corrected himself. "This is
unprofessional."

"Of you or of me?" Jim asked
with a grin, squirming a bit in the reporter's lap.

Clark was
so warm - his skin was even hotter than Spock's, and that said a lot.
Jim pulled back a bit to look at his pretty face once again - those
lips were only second to his own - and reached his hands up to remove
his glasses.

"C-captain...Mr. Kirk - I do not know what
you're talking about," he denied.

Jim
smiled.

"Genius-level IQ, Mr. Kent," he stressed the
last bit with a smirk. "Even though I try to hide it. I'm not
quite as oblivious as everyone thinks. You're hiding in plain sight
as much as I am - though your secret is admittedly much
larger."

"How did you know?" the man asked, his
posture straightening and his jaw tensing and his eyes narrowing -
the change in just his body language was remarkable, and if Jim
didn't know for certain that he was Superman before, he definitely
knew now.

And you just don't refuse to answer Superman's
questions. That's not on. Because even though Jim saved Earth - it
was only the once, and Superman still has hero seniority
here.

"First, I noticed right away that your suit is
purposely designed to hide some serious muscles. Second, your eyes
momentarily flashed red before when I turned you on. Third, your skin
is very warm - too warm. Warmer than my Vulcan friend. Fourth, your
glasses don't actually have a prescription. They're clear - to help
hide your distinctive eyes. And five? I accidentally kneed you in the
groin when I climbed into your lap and you didn't even flinch,"
Jim concluded with a smirk.

That got him a single blink in
response.

"You just did in minutes what took my
arch-nemesis years, my wife months, and my best friend hours to
figure out," Clark said in a shocked voice.

Actually -
Superman said that. Superman had a much clearer voice, and he didn't
have Clark's Midwest accent. He didn't have an accent at all,
actually.

"Hm...well, arch-nemesis is Lex Luthor - I know
that healing factor of his extended his life indefinitely," Jim
mused. "I don't know who the wife is - or was. You have been
around an awfully long time. And I'm guessing the best friend is
Batman aka Bruce Wayne aka the man who implanted his consciousness in
a robot so he could fight crime forever."

Clark
blinked.

"How - how did you know THAT?" he asked -
and this time it was Clark's voice.

The peculiarities in this
man were just...fascinating, to quote Spock. Jim thinks that he has
finally met someone who can keep him entertained.

"I was
the only genius-level repeat offender in the Midwest, back in the
day," Jim admitted, still grinning. "I hacked into the
Watchtower database once upon a time - found a lot of sensitive
information, and nobody ever caught me. There was a lot of
information on Batman - including his secret identity. It gave me
enough information to connect him to that mysterious figure in Gotham
that everyone swears can't die. Oh, and if you kiss me to try to
suppress my memory - let me tell you right now that one of my best
friends is a telepath, and the next time we meld he will just unlock
it all again."

Strong hands came up to grasp his hips and intent
blue eyes gazed into his own.

"You can call me Kal,"
the alien whispered softly before scooping down to steal a chaste
kiss.

It was Jim's turn to blink.

"Kal," he
breathed softly, rolling the alien name on his tongue. "I like
it. Now - let's see if you can make me scream it."

With
that, he fisted his hands in that silky black hair, pulling Kal's
head forward for a kiss. It was so hot to know that he could not have
budged the man had he not acquiesced, and Jim could not help but
squirm in arousal at the thought of all that tightly leashed power
fucking into him.

He pulled back with a gasp, panting for
breath, and whispered, "Bed."

The next second he
found himself naked on his back on his bed, an equally naked Kal
braced on his forearms above him.

Jim blinked dizzily.

"I
think I'm going to like this whole superpowers thing," he purred
sexily, reaching up for another passionate kiss.

One of Kal's
warm hands pinched a sensitive nipple, and the other trailed down his
stomach to grasp his erection. Jim broke away from the kiss,
wondering how Kal was suspended above him without bracing his weight
on the bed - and then he realized something.

"Holy fuck -
you're floating," he gasped in pleasure, Kal's warm hand
stroking him softly. "You can fly. Why are we doing this on a
bed? I vote for mid-air."

Kal stopped for a second,
blinking down at him.

"You're not scared I'll drop you?"
he asked in disbelief.

"Fuck no. First, danger only gives
me a thrill. Second, you're Superman - which means there's only an
illusion of danger. Even if you somehow managed to drop me, you're
way faster than gravity - I'd be caught before I hit the ground,"
Jim responded glibly, fisting Kal's hair at the nape of his neck and
trailing his other hand down to caress that muscular chest.

The
next thing he knew he was about a foot from the ceiling, looking down
into playful blue eyes. His gaze went past Kal to look down upon the
bed, and he shivered at the thought that his lover was fucking
floating.

"I want you to fuck me," he whispered
throatily.

Kal chuckled, reaching up to suck and lick and nip
at that sensitive point behind his ear. God - he could probably see
his nerves and blood vessels with that vision of his. It was cheating
to find hot-spots that way.

But Jim definitely approved,
especially when Kal pulled back to blow lightly on his neck.

The
air was chilly - ice breath during sex.

And then that hot
mouth leaned back down to suck marks onto his neck, and Jim shuddered
at the pleasurable difference in temperatures.

There would
definitely be no getting bored with this lover.

Jim
sucked his own fingers into his mouth as Kal set out to make necklace
of bruises to decorate his skin.

And that just made Jim think
about the fact that there was absolutely no way that he could mark
Kal - but that didn't mean that he couldn't try.

James
Tiberius Kirk did not believe in no-win scenarios, after all.

Though as Kal manhandled him so that his chest was even with
that hot mouth -it was sucking wetly on his left nipple as a hot hand
pinched his right - Jim began to think that this was an all-win
scenario.

Jim was already thinking about
making this arrangement a forever kind of thing.

He would even
be willing to give up all other lovers to do it, if this fuck turned
out to be as mind-blowing as he suspected.

Jim
took his fingers out of his mouth and quickly stretched himself with
one, two, and then three fingers.

A quick glance down told him
that he maybe needed a fourth - but he was about two seconds from
coming with just his sensitive nipples being stimulated as a hot,
hard body effortlessly held him mid-air - so he removed his fingers
from his ass to gather the pre-cum from the tip of his cock and add
it to Kal's, smearing it over that hard, hard erection.

It
would have to be enough.

Jim tried to squirm his way down that
body to line up that cock with his hole, but Kal held him tight.

And
there was no way that Jim could move if Kal didn't want him to.
Matching his strength against Kal's would definitely not work.

It's
a good thing he was clever.

"Kal," he panted
breathily, widening his bright blue eyes and sticking out his lower
lip. "I want you to fuck me. Please, please fuck me. I feel so
empty, and you're so big and hot and hard, and I can't wait for you
to fill me up. And then I want you to tip us around so the only thing
keeping me from falling to the beg is the strength in your
magnificent arms and the way I'm speared on your gorgeous cock as you
thrust into me again, and again, and again."

He finished
his plea by grinding his own erection into Kal's washboard abs and
rubbing his leg against Kal's stiff cock.

"You..."
Kal panted as he detached his lips from Jim's aching nipple. "Are
an insufferable tease. Be careful what you ask for, because I could
literally fuck you to death if I wanted to."

And was it
fair that even Kal's threats were hot?

Not that Jim took it
for much of a threat, but Kal seemed pretty serious.

"I'll
say 'Batman' if I really want you to stop," Jim promised, once
again trying to squirm his way down Kal's body to get the gorgeous
cock to fuck him.

"'No' and 'stop' work just the same,"
Kal told him as he flipped them over mid-air.

And yes, it was
just as sexy as Jim thought it would be to be suspended in mid-air
with nothing but those strong arms keeping him from falling.

"But
after the third or fourth time I orgasm, I'm probably going to be
saying 'no' and 'stop' - but I won't really mean it," Jim
replied saucily, tilting his head another kiss.

Kal growled
and complied with his unspoken demand for a kiss, ravaging his pliant
mouth.

And then that beautiful cock found his spit-slick hole,
and just - pushed.

Jim
felt like he was on fire. Kal's skin was so hot against him and
inside him, and he didn't think that he'd ever felt such a wonderful
penetration.

"Please," he whimpered a bit as Kal
stilled inside him, giving him time to adjust. "Fuck me."

And
that last bit was an order.

One that Kal gladly obliged. He
began to thrust in and out of Jim's tight hole at a frantic pace, his
stomach rubbing against the human's fierce arousal.

It didn't
take time at all before Jim released in-between their two bodies, and
the contractions of his inner muscles made Kal orgasm as well. Jim
shuddered as hot semen flooded his insides, bombarding his prostate
and setting off aftershocks throughout his body.

Kal stilled
inside him momentarily, and then he started moving again.

"Fuck,"
Jim moaned.

Kal was still rock hard.

Jim wrapped his
legs around Kal's waist, thrusting up against that body and gentling
the pace a bit as Kal slowed to the one he set. Jim was still too
oversensitive from his orgasm, and he shuddered violently every time
that gorgeous cock pressed against his prostate.

"How...how
many times can you cum?" he questioned, panting.

Kal
smirked down at him.

"I told you - indefinitely. As many
times as you want until you say 'Batman'," Kal smirked.

Jim
just stared up at him for a second.

And then he smirked back
and purposed clenched his inner muscles around that hard cock.

It
was going to be a long, long night...

*****

A
few hours later...

Jim
shuddered through another orgasm as Kal slowly and gently penetrated
him from behind. He was lowered face-down onto the bed as Kal resumed
his long, slow thrusts.

Warm semen flooded his insides for the
- Jim did the math with his sluggish brain - seventh time that
night.

Jim had come five times himself, and he honestly had to
admit his limits.

"Batman," he murmured softly.

Kal
stilled immediately, pulling out gently and allowing his erection to
soften. He laid down on the wet spot - temperature didn't bother him
- and effortlessly lifted Jim onto his chest.

"Do you want to take a shower?"
Kal asked softly. "You're covered in semen."

"Mmm,"
Jim hummed back. "I can't move."

"You don't
have to," Kal reminded him. "I can hold you."

Jim
smiled at him blissfully, nodding slightly and rubbing his face
against that warm chest.

"You'll stay the night?" he
asked softly.

"Of course," Kal replied as he gently
picked Jim up and brought him into the bathroom.

He used the
sonic shower - though Jim did have the option of water, Kal was not
good at gauging what temperature would be acceptable for humans, and
he didn't want to burn or freeze his lover.

Besides, he had a
feeling that Jim would not let himself be towel-dried like a
child.

So he gently maneuvered them both into the shower,
letting it clean them quickly. He carried Jim back into the bedroom,
setting him down gently on a chair as he quickly and efficiently
stripped the dirty, wet sheets from the bed and replaced them with
new ones.

And then he gathered Jim back into his arms, lying
on his back with Jim's head pillowed on his chest.

His lover
was asleep as soon as they got settled, and Kal couldn't help but
smile fondly. What an interesting human...the first one to truly
capture his attention in decades.

Kal wondered what it would
take to keep him...

They would talk in the morning, and he
would find out.

He had a feeling that Starfleet was going to
get a special news correspondent aboard the Enterprise...

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